if only i had thorns like a thistle.

i wish i could set things straight with your mom. i know, sounds weird, but i really like her. i wish you could stop telling her the lies, the things that are not true so she comes to resent me. i really dont want her to. i dont give a crap what YOU think of me because heh, your words mean utter nothingness to me, i just want her to know the truth. By words that will never be heard.

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wearethefallenangels13:

I HATE EVERYONE. 
THERES GOING TO BE PEOPLE THAT SAY “OH NOT ME RIGHT” AND IM LIKE NO BITCH ESPECIALLY YOU! I HATE WHEN PEOPLE SAY THEY WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU AND THEN THEY FIND SOMEONE BETTER TO TALK TO OR SOMETHING BETTER TO DO THEN FORGET ALL ABOUT YOU! LIKE IF YOU DONT REALLY LIKE ME AND DONT REALLY CARE ABOUT WHAT I SAY THEN DONT PRETEND TO! 
TO EVERYONE WHO LEFT ME WHEN TEY SAID THEY NEVER WOULD.
FUCK YOU!

wearethefallenangels13:

I HATE EVERYONE.
THERES GOING TO BE PEOPLE THAT SAY “OH NOT ME RIGHT” AND IM LIKE NO BITCH ESPECIALLY YOU! I HATE WHEN PEOPLE SAY THEY WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU AND THEN THEY FIND SOMEONE BETTER TO TALK TO OR SOMETHING BETTER TO DO THEN FORGET ALL ABOUT YOU! LIKE IF YOU DONT REALLY LIKE ME AND DONT REALLY CARE ABOUT WHAT I SAY THEN DONT PRETEND TO!
TO EVERYONE WHO LEFT ME WHEN TEY SAID THEY NEVER WOULD.
FUCK YOU!

this bus ride radiates my peace with you gone. its the best part of my day. its the best feeling. maybe its because i never get to see you that helps and i thank God for that. we were utterly terrible and i LOVE this freedom. thanks for being a douche and leaving like i was nothing. even though i feel lile im nothing, at least im moving forward in the direction where i’ll begin to feel like something. By words that will never be heard.

it sucks that you’re probably going around tainting my name. but the people you are around are so irrelevant to my life plan that i just don’t really seem to mind. By words that will never be heard.

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You get over him like this:

at first, you don’t. his name is a note you can’t
unsing

but

eventually your body gets bored
of making tears over the same person
who broke you.
your body says “listen up
it was a long time ago” and for a second
you feel whole but

you catch sight of him in a starbucks and your heart drops
and your hands shake and you want to throw up and
you can’t explain to your friends why this messed you up
because you’ve already talked their ears off so you go home
and have a good old-fashioned sob but

somewhere in that night or the next one or two weeks
down the road
the things that came to the surface start getting old and
you start turning over your relationship in your palms
until you discover the ugly things you’ve been hiding
from yourself and you think
maybe it’s wasn’t always heaven maybe
it was hell

and you write about him or cry about him or
get him out of yourself however you can, you
scrape yourself clean until there’s nothing left
and rebuild from the ground up and
some wicked part of you still wants to talk to him
just to say “look, i’m new now,
i’m different,”
but you don’t because you’ve straightened out
the voices in your head

and you write about him and make a stupid poetry blog about
red blood and black ink and you make playlists of songs
you found way after him and you
make yourself okay again eventually because

the truth is, you were whole before you found him
you have just forgotten how to be who you are
without him - don’t worry, my love
all it takes is a little soul-searching
before you rediscover
you are
better off without him.

By For my friend who asked me to write about getting over a lover. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)